"For better or for worse, 
when things were going very fast 
the words seemed to fly 
straight through the moving window
and come out of my mouth or my pen.
At first glance or so,
America seemed like another planet,
full of disturbing landmarks.
I'd wake up and somebody would tell me
'That's the lake where
Otis Redding went down...'
Now none of this really appears
in the song,
it all takes place
in some alarming place,
that might not really exist,
except in your head,
when some idiot had left 
an outboard motorboat running
in the corner of the studio."





















There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
Who comes into my house every night
And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green
And she turns them into black and white

chorus

But you tease, and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it

Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table

'Cause somewhere in the "Quizling Clinic" 
There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes
She's listening in to the Venus line
She's picking out names
I hope none of them are mine

(chorus)

Never said I was a stool pigeon
I never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion 
But you don't wanna hear about that

(chorus)

Better send a begging letter to the big investigation
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?

(chorus)

You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it